atehimrightup | for george

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When Lee first learns of the club, a plan starts to formulate. He thinks about how George sprung that little shopping trip on him, and decides that it's time for a little payback.

He does some research and makes an appointment, then texts George to tell him that they're going out for dinner, that he'll be picked up at 8pm, and that Lee would like it very much if he wore the plug.

The thought of going to a sex club is sort of nerve wracking and intriguing all at the same time. He doesn't know if he particularly wants to partake in anything, but he's curious. He wants to check it out, and he thinks that George will, too. Hell, with all that George has gotten up to, it might seem like child's play to him.

But to Lee, it's entirely new. For him, sex has always been this clandestine, hidden thing. It was animal behavior, biology to be taken care of and little else. But he's learning so much about all the other ways it can be, and this seems like a good way to further his education.

He's even snuck the collar away to keep in his pocket. He doesn't want to tell George to wear that, too. It's never been worn out of the safety of George's apartment before, and he wants that choice to be George's, so Lee will let him make it once he has all the information.

He decides to get a cab for the trip, not wanting to drive his beat up old truck when he may possibly be impaired. He's dressed in all black-- jeans and a silky button down and his boots, with his face shaved and his dark red curls actually combed and styled. He looks-- good. It's not often that he looks into the mirror and thinks that, but it's happening more often lately. That's George's influence, he's sure.

Once the car pulls up to George's building, Lee shoots him a text. Come downstairs.

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George already feels like he's teetering close to an edge, and then Lee bites him, his tongue lapping at the mark, and pain and pleasure lance through him, every part of him trembling. He kisses every bit of Lee he can get his mouth to.

"I'm going to..." He mumbles. "I can't...I..."

“I know. I know, me too,” Lee says soothingly, turning his head to catch George’s mouth in another kiss. He feels dizzy with pleasure, dazed and breathless, and he knows that he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

“Go ahead. I’ll be right there with you,” Lee murmurs against George’s mouth, stroking his cock faster now, squeezing a little harder at the base. He knows just what to do. He knows this body so well by now. “Come on, baby.”

He doesn't need permission, but it's enough to tip him over the edge, his forehead against Lee's, his come hot and liquid between their bodies. His fingers tighten in Lee's hair, probably enough to hurt, his nails digging into Lee's arm.

"Come on," he mumbles, under his breath. "Do it. I want it. Come on."

George is almost too beautiful to look at when he comes, bright like an exploding star, and Lee cries out as George’s body tightens around him.

Lee is already so close but then George pulls on his hair and eggs him on, and Lee is helpless. He tumbles over the edge with George, crying out against his mouth as he shoves his cock in deep and comes hard, dropping his face to George’s neck and licking at the bite as he shivers through the aftershocks. “Fuck, George.”

They've done more athletic things, lasted longer, but there's something about it they leaves George a trembling mess, still clinging tightly to Lee as he licks at the bite. George wonders if it'll bruise, this time.

"God," he says, his head fallen back against the pillow. "That was..."

He struggles to find the word he needs.

“No, still me,” Lee jokes breathlessly, lifting his head to look at George’s face. He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners as he nods.

“I know it was,” he says softly, because he doesn’t have the words for it either. He kisses George’s chin, then his nose, then the corner of his mouth. “That was exactly how I wanted it to be.”

Lee is always so unwilling to let George pull away, pull out of him, and George thinks he understands that now. He hooks his foot around the back of Lee's thigh to keep him close as long as he could.

"You can fuck me like that any time you like."

Lee grins as bright as the sun, happy and boyish, and kisses George again, even more pleased when George’s limbs go around him and pull him closer.

“Duly noted,” he says with a chuckle, kissing along George’s cheek and jaw, down the side of his neck to the bite. The indent of his teeth are still clear and it sends a little thrill through him, but he presses a gentle kiss to the spot. “Was it too hard?”

He shakes his head, the pearl he's wearing in his ear whispering against his skin.

"Not too hard, no," he says, combing his fingers through Lee's hair. "Felt entirely right, in the moment."

“Good.” He lets out a relieved breath and kisses the spot again as if it were precious, because it is. He kisses over George’s pulse, sucks on the bolt of his jaw and gently takes his earring between his lips.

They make out for a while longer, and Lee is sure that he’d never get enough of it. Kissing just for the sake of it feels like such a luxury, and George spoils him.

Eventually, Lee slips out of him as he moves down to lick at the come on George’s chest. He doesn’t do it to be sordid or sexy, more just because he wants all of George that he can get.

“I don’t know how you taste so sweet,” he says with a low chuckle, shaking his head as he licks up another line of come. “You’re ridiculous.”

"What can I say?" asks George, stretching both arms over his head, luxuriating in the feeling of Lee's mouth on his skin, the feeling of Lee's come starting to leak out of him. He feels amazing, in no rush to shower it all off. "It comes naturally. You're welcome."

“Actually, I worked pretty hard to make it come,” Lee jokes, pressing kisses to his belly and licking into his navel, then lower down. He finds every drop, even lapping at the head of his softening cock.

He slides back up and props himself up on his hands, smiling with his mouth closed for a moment before opening it to show off the come gathered on his tongue. Smirking, he leans down to kiss George again, sharing the taste with him.

It’s absurdly intimate, and Lee groans as he settles on top of George again, cupping his face and sucking on his tongue.

Its filthy and fantastic and George groans at the taste of his own come on Lee's tongue, swallows it down like honey. Lee settles on top of him and George huma contentedly, one arm around Lee's waist, the other hand gliding up and down his spine.

"I don't even want to shower," he admits. "I just want to lie here."

“We don’t have to shower,” Lee tells him, nuzzling behind George’s ear with a content sigh. “You smell good. We can stay like this.”

He kisses along George’s neck and then pulls back to look at him, laughing softly.

“Or were you just trying to get me to clean you up between your legs, too?” Lee’s teasing, but be wouldn’t be against the idea. “How lazy of you.”

George bends one arm behind his head, raising both eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"That hadn't even occured to me as a possibility," he says, because it honestly hadn't. "But, now you mention it..."

He's teasing. He's perfectly content to lie how they are.

Lee laughs and rolls his eyes, shoving playfully at George’s chest before leaning in to kiss along the underside of his arm, following the line of his tricep. He allows himself a moment of shamelessness, pressing his face into George’s armpit just to smell him, then continues kissing over to his chest.

“I do that and everything will start up all over again,” he murmurs, nipping softly at George’s neck and kissing at his chin. “We have to sleep eventually.”

He squirms at the feeling of Lee's breath against his armpit and then smiles, broad and boyish, when Lee makes his point.

"You're probably right," he says. "Though, I would say -- we are relatively young and it is relatively early."

“Relatively young?” Lee asks dubiously, pulling back to look at him. “Oh, right. Life expectancy’s different where you’re from.”

He grins teasingly and tickles George’s side. “You’re like middle-aged.”

"People lived to be older than fifty two. Christ." George rolls his eyes. "Hell, James was about that age the last time I saw him." He sobers slightly, tracing the scar under his jaw with one thumbnail. "Though I never really expected to make old bones, somehow."

“Yeah, me neither,” Lee replies with a sigh, shifting to the side so he can prop his head up on his hand. His gaze falls to the faint scar on George’s neck and he frowns, filled with dread and sorrow just at the thought of him having a moment so dark.

He doesn’t know the details, but he never asked. Maybe because it’s too personal. Maybe because he didn’t want the question turned back on him.

They’re quiet for a moment and then Lee leans in to press a kiss to the scar, nuzzling at the skin and then reaching up to gently take George’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning his head until they’re looking each other in the eye.

“Never again, okay? Promise me,” Lee says quietly. He pauses for a moment. “And I’ll promise you the same.”

A muscle tics in George's jaw. He remembers his mother's disdain, the realisation that she'd left him to hang as a lesson. The yawning desperation he'd felt at the thought of being sent to France. It might as well have been another world.

"I'm not sure I really meant it," he admits. "But I promise." He kisses Lee's palm to seal it.

“Drama queen,” Lee teases warmly. He rolls his eyes but the expression on his face is endlessly fond. He smiles as George kisses his palm, nodding happily and leaning in to kiss him on the mouth again.

“I don’t know how that old man possibly satisfied you,” he teases with a sigh, rolling to flop onto his back. He’s joking, but he’s always a little insecure when the subject of James arises. He knows it’s stupid. He’s not in the picture anymore, but it’s hard knowing that Lee’s following a literal king who could shower George with jewels and land and the attention of an entire nation.

"I wasn't only in his bed," says George, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow. "There were always others." He bends to kiss Lee's shoulder. "I didn't..." He frowns. "I cared for him, but it was about more than that. For me. For my mother."

There were always others.

The words hit him like a punch to the gut, for some reason.

His expression sobers and he feels stupid for even making the joke, but he can’t quite help the way the corner of his mouth quirks up when George kisses his shoulder.

“You were trying to make a good life for yourself and your family,” Lee says with a nod. “I get it.”

Lee manages to make it sound noble, and George isn't sure that it was, but it's also not something he particularly wants to talk about, to pick holes in. He wasn't always proud of himself.

"This is different," he admits. "You and me. I can't say ice ever had anything quite like this with anyone."

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